I went out grocery shopping today and rediscovered this lovely architectural specimen:
If you look at the clovers, you can see how big this thing is.
Let’s review. We’ve had rainstorms that should have washed this thing away. We had the polar vortex that froze the ground and everything on it to a solid block of ice. One would hope that the grocery store’s landlord was having the lawn mowed, which would have shaved the top off this thing and sent the ants flying off to Oz. (Or to Dr. Oz at least. It probably hurts to get sucked up into a lawn mower.)
And yet the anthill remains as large as ever.
Whatever’s in an ant’s armor that keeps it from dying, we need to develop it synthetically and make winter clothing out of it. Cockroaches may survive a nuclear apocalypse better than humans but the ants will beat us out if there’s another ice age. This, of course, is why global warming is so critical to our survival as a species. Keep burning those fossil fuels, people.
Hate the little buggers.
I like them better at the zoo.
Or you can pour molten aluminum on them and make a piece of art out of their home that’s even larger underground. Or study them at the zoo for the awesome winter clothing idea. Both good ways to spend your time, I think.
Actually, I’m more of a chef…
Chocolate covered are my favorite, but I haven’t had the chance to have them served multiple ways. Then again… there were plenty in my yard this morning…
I’m still waiting for the opportunity to try chocolate covered insects.
You can’t outdo nature’s insect designs… but I would like to ride around in a giant armored praying mantis skeleton…
Maybe your next book could feature a monkey riding around in a giant armored praying mantis skeleton.
I could squeeze that in… I have monkeys… sort of.. they look like green orangutans… and are a race of scientists…